socalfunplaces Chapter 115 The Land of Plenty Beyond the Great Wall
Chapter 115 The Land of Plenty Beyond the Great Wall
Meanwhile, to the west of the Xia Kingdom lies the Xinjiang-Tibet region.
At dusk, the mountains stretched like a sea, and the setting sun shone like blood.
Nestled among the mountains, in a verdant oasis.
A city with a population of one million stands tall.
Surrounded by beautiful scenery, it can be described as the Jiangnan region north of the Great Wall.
A team of nine cultivators appeared and entered the city. The leader was a middle-aged cultivator with a full head of crystal-clear white hair.
That's right, it's Ye Ping's team from the Dragon Group again.
They were tasked with investigating this place.
They heard that some cultivators were wantonly slaughtering civilians here, and they came to stop them and enforce the rules established by the ancient cultivation world.
After various searches, they locked onto their target and finally found the culprit: a young man with narrow, hawk-like eyes and a sinister aura between his brows.
In a deserted street, no one dared to approach. The area had long been surrounded and controlled by armed law enforcement personnel, who prohibited any ordinary people from getting close.
In the middle of the venue.
Before the eagle-eyed youth stood a martial artist of the Earth Rank in the martial arts world, whose shoulder was covered in blood. At the feet of this martial artist lay his own bloodied severed arm.
The young man looked at the martial artist with an arrogant and mocking expression.
"Trying to stop me? Don't you even know who you are!"
The martial artist, his face pale, shouted angrily, "As a master of the ancient cultivation world, how can you so indiscriminately kill unarmed civilians? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
The eagle-eyed youth looked unconcerned and sneered, "When I came down the mountain, my master told me that once I entered the mortal world, I could kill whoever I wanted, and kill whoever I didn't like. As for divine retribution, heh, bullshit divine retribution, I don't believe in it."
Upon hearing this, the Earth-rank martial artist glared angrily: "You'll die a horrible death! Sooner or later you'll be struck by lightning!"
The eagle-eyed youth raised his hand: "Heh, die!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and a sword aura overflowed from his palm and fingers, severing the head of the Earth-rank martial artist with a soft thud.
thump!
The Earth-rank martial artist's head rolled to the ground, and his body fell into a pool of blood. Even in death, his eyes were filled with extreme rage.
Blood flowed freely on the ground all around, and the heads of infants, the severed limbs of women, and human organs were scattered everywhere. The scene was extremely gruesome and horrifying.
There were numerous corpses lying on the ground, including women in their twenties and thirties, toddlers as young as two or three, and many law enforcement personnel.
The law enforcement teams surrounding the area were terrified. Even martial artists couldn't deal with this person, so what could they do?
They were out of options because the opponent could block bullets and lasers; they were no longer within the realm of normal humans!
Just then, Ye Ping's team arrived quickly.
"Wang Jingwei, as a cultivator, you have crossed the line by indiscriminately killing innocent people, and have seriously violated the rules established by the Dragon Group!"
Ye Ping looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, especially the severed limbs of the women and children, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
They have already investigated this young man thoroughly.
This person is named Wang Jingwei. He is a student from the Xia Kingdom who went to study in Beiyang. Like the young man named Mu Yang who came to Chang'an to deceive Yun Chen, he was caught up in the immortal realm when the Blue Star Immortal Array fluctuated, and unexpectedly embarked on the path of cultivation.
A few days ago, this person returned from Beiyang State. When Xia State announced its relocation to the underground city, and major cities fell into chaos, he committed all sorts of evil deeds, fighting his way from the Jiangnan region all the way to the Xinjiang and Tibet regions.
The number of ordinary people who died at his hands was at least eight hundred, if not a thousand. Besides a large number of the elderly, women and children, there were also some martial artists and many law enforcement officers from the secular world.
Wang Jingwei, the eagle-eyed youth, glanced at them, a mocking smile on his face, and coldly said, "So you're the people sent by the Dragon Group?"
"I have cultivated for three years and possess unparalleled talent. My master told me from the day I became his disciple that I could kill whomever I wanted. Now, in the entire mortal world, who can stop me? Even the Emperor himself, I will kill him without hesitation. As for ants like you, I can crush you with one step. What can you do to me?"
"So, you Dragon Group really enjoy playing the hero? Fine, you've come at the right time. Today I'll wipe you all out, then I'll go to Chang'an and destroy your entire Dragon Group headquarters!"
A longsword flashed in his hand, and it appeared. This sword was extraordinary, with boundless sharpness, unlike any alloy longsword in the mortal world. This was his natal immortal sword, forged with his heart's blood.
Ye Ping roared, "Wang Jingwei, how dare you!!"
A glint flashed between his brows, and a sword appeared in his hand as well. The other eight Dragon Group disciples also took out their natal magic weapons and surrounded the man.
"Trying to gang up on us? You've got the wrong idea!"
boom!
Wang Jingwei roared, unleashing a terrifying aura. He was actually at the late Foundation Establishment stage. In just three years of cultivation, he had gone from an ordinary person to a cultivator at this level, making him a true genius.
Ye Ping was shocked. He was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, which was more than enough to deal with most cultivators who had strayed onto the path of immortality. However, he did not expect that this matter would be so troublesome!
But this time, he will not back down and is determined to seek justice for all those who died tragically!
"Wang Jingwei, you deserve to be struck down!!"
Wang Jingwei sneered: "So you want to kill me? Back then, that Golden Core cultivator named Yun Chen not only destroyed the Jiang family of Chuncheng, but also the Wu family of Jiangnan, as well as fifteen other secular families. He also wiped out three martial arts families. Why didn't you take action against him then? Wasn't it because he was already a Golden Core cultivator? You were all afraid of dying, right?"
"Pah! Following the rules? I think you Dragon Group people are a bunch of hypocrites!"
"I merely trampled a bunch of ants, and you come to punish me with such a grand display? What a fine example of upholding justice! What a hypocrite!!"
Wang Jingwei sneered, his longsword humming in his hand.
Hearing these words, Ye Ping felt a surge of rage.
"Everyone has the power; strike and kill this person!"
Ye Ping roared and unleashed his technique, taking the lead in attacking. He suddenly lunged forward and drew his sword with a clang.
Wang Jingwei immediately took action and engaged him in battle.
The remaining Dragon Group disciples all stepped forward and surrounded the man.
However, the others' cultivation levels were too low, only at the Qi Refining stage, so they could only serve as obstacles at most.
After only a few dozen moves, Ye Ping vomited blood, unable to withstand the opponent's sword techniques, which were too fierce.
"Go to hell!"
*Pfft!*
Wang Jingwei's internal energy surged violently. With a single thrust of his sword, a Qi Refining stage disciple of the Dragon Group was beheaded.
Ye Ping's eyes turned bloodshot as he shouted, "Liu Zi!!"
He fought desperately, charging forward madly, battling Wang Jingwei.
They were no match at all.
*Pfft!*
The sword light swept across.
Soon, large numbers of Dragon Group disciples fell to the ground.
"what!"
Ye Ping roared, his eyes filled with rage, his body covered in large wounds and blood!
After all, Wang Jingwei was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
Ye Ping, on the other hand, was of mediocre talent. Even though he had cultivated for several decades longer than his opponent, he had only barely reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
"Go to hell!"
Wang Jingwei roared and with a whoosh, he swung his longsword, the blade flashing with unparalleled sharpness.
Ye Ping ultimately couldn't stop it; his head was severed, and even in his dying moments, his eyes were still filled with boundless rage.
Wang Jingwei said coldly, "I'll go to Chang'an sooner or later and wipe out your Dragon Group!"
Ye Ping's squad was completely wiped out.
The group of law enforcement officers around them were all dumbfounded.
What kind of battle of gods is this?
Even a master of immortality couldn't subdue this person?
Just then, Wang Jingwei suddenly looked at them.
"Next, it's your turn!"
Puff puff puff!
"ah!!!"
In an instant, sword energy flew everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and even the police cars were cut to pieces. The power was terrifying!
Not a single law enforcement officer escaped.
Within a radius of 100 meters, it was a living hell.
Wang Jingwei sheathed his natal immortal sword and turned to leave.
Just then, in the sky...
Three towering beams of blood-red light pierced through the sky.